Open for whiteknighting (or creeping :3 )

[sangreine]

When; November 19th
Rating; PG-13? Probable blood drinking, though not without OOC permission!
Characters; Saya, Setsuna, probably Karl the creeper, OPEN
Summary; Amnesiac Chiropteran Queen Saya didn't know (or want to accept) that she needs blood to live, and now is paying for it.
Log;

Several days' willful avoidance seemed a boon at the time, letting Saya explore her new (are they new? She still can't remember) surroundings and learn (relearn) new things, like how to help keep the house clean and how to make her own food.

...The microwave is her limit but it's progress, and she's proud of it.

At first her periodic exhaustion was an irritant, a needless distraction from what is becoming her life. Once or twice a passing thought crept up, Setsuna's question about blood, and her determination to fight through whatever was tiring her, without resorting to anything like that, redoubled: more soda and sweets, more fresh air, more can't-miss plans. Stubbornness was reprieve enough in the moment, although as it turns out, it was a temporary one. Slowly, inevitably, she had no choice but to succumb.

The wall and shaking legs barely keep Saya upright, her sluggish eyes drift over the blurred landscape. She can't name how long she's been walking, has no idea where she's ended up or how far she is from Charlie's place. But she knows, without a doubt, that she has to keep going... somehow.

Each step is near disaster as her body and vision seem to lurch in opposition. She can't call for help no matter how scared she is; it might draw Diva or Karl. So what should she do?

What's happening to her?

Comments

[sangreine]

[She can't put words to it, this fear she has of losing control. Hurting people -- hurting Setsuna</>. It makes little enough sense to her; just a formless, nameless dread.]

[Her hands squeeze his and she meets his eyes... tentatively, but she manages.] Promise you won't let me become like him? [It's not something he could prevent if her feeling is truth, but his word would mean everything to her confidence, her chance at fighting it.]

[beyourarmy]

[He stares at her for a while, still stunned. Why is she so worried about this? There's something missing here, clearly. Whatever it is, he squeezes her hands in return, once he catches his mental balance once more.]

Saya, first off, becoming like him is partly choice. And the other part.... [He hugs her then, just as his features harden, and the tone of his voice darkens, lowering. He wants to kill the people that hurt Karl to begin with. The idea of whatever Karl endured (hadn't he mentioned experiments at one point?) happening to Saya caused Setsuna's heart to beat furiously.]

I promise, I won't allow it. I'll die first.

[sangreine]

[The embrace along with the promise lets her painful tension finally relax, holding him in return, a tendereness in her touch that isn't always present. Always, he gives freely to her, without a thought for himself -- she understands what that means.]

[It means she must fight too, to make him proud of her.]

I don't know what I'd do without you.

[beyourarmy]

[He wouldn't want her to do anything for him, to make him proud or otherwise. But for herself? Yes, Setsuna would want that above all else.]

Do...? [There's a light and confused blush from him as he tries to comprehend meaning so much to anyone.] I'm sure you'd be alright. You've got Charlie, and I can't imagine lots of other people don't care for you already.

[sangreine]

[Saya slips out of the embrace, studying Setsuna for half a breath before looking aside, fussing with her skirt.]

[What he meant by that she can't quite say, fear of rejection too unrelenting to consider anything else. Perhaps he is seeing her for what she truly is, and finds it as distasteful as she does.]

[When she finally looks to him again, it's with as much a smile as she can manage.] I'm lucky to have everyone helping me. [For now, at least.]

[beyourarmy]

[Setsuna being Setsuna, he means nothing more than what he says, most of the time. In this case, he just can't picture he's anything but part of a group handling something valuable.]

[He does watch her fuss at her skirt, though, before smiling a little.]

Everyone's helping you out because you're worth that sort of treatment. Now, why don't you show me the skirt? That outfit's exactly the kind of thing you twirl for. [He even holds out a hand above her head to help her along.]

[sangreine]

[Only a second passes before her smile grows and she reaches up to take his hand. He always has her feeling better, some remarkable gift she thinks he can't even see.]

[She twirls once, then again for good measure, her skirt fluttering.] Well?

[beyourarmy]

[He's never been very sharp, but there's a definite softening when he watches her twirl for him.]

It looks good on you. [He keeps her hand. And she's right, he doesn't think about much, let alone what he does do for people.] And I know you didn't take a lot of blood, but I could really go for some cookies right now.

Wanna go get some with me?

[sangreine]

Cookies? [Oh Setsuna, you know all her weaknesses. Promise to use this power only for good and porn.] Sure!

End?

[beyourarmy]

[He laughs. It's always a joy to see her light up.] Then we'll get some. I'll pay. [As long as he's not cursed, he wouldn't dream of using it for anything else.]